The day had started like any other. Both got up at different times, got ready, and went to work. They were normally the first awake, due to working with the marshal. He was known to keep odd hours, which meant up before the sun and working through out the day on most things. Being his lead intelligence officer required them to keep the same hours. Which wasn’t all bad. They were always on top of their work, got a longer lunch hour, and were near their beloved at all times.
Gladio on the other hand could take his time getting to the citadel. Noctis never woke up early if he could help it, despite Ignis’ best attempts. Which gave him enough time to sleep in a bit, go for a run, and then get ready for the day. He didn’t have a schedule like his dearest did. More like he was on call in case Noct wanted to go somewhere. But while he was in the citadel? Noctis was as safe as could be which gave him time to wander about and maybe even catch a few moments with his other.
It was a simple life. There was no push or pull from either of them for things to change. (Though a small part of him hoped that one day, maybe they’d honor him by taking his last name.)
While he was walking by one of the training rooms, he could hear a voice he recognized. Quietly, so not to distract the combatants, he slipped into the room. He wasn’t the only one here too, and he could see why. His dearest was amazing, flowing through blocks and attacks effortlessly. Cor wasn’t so bad either.
He watched them move forward, refusing to step backwards no matter how hard Cor pushed them. Their breath was heaving as they moved, and their collar and tie slightly undone so their movement wasn’t as restricted. And though they would say that they didn’t look their best, he found them dazzling…
Right until Cor managed to slip past their defense and knock them across the room with the back of his blade.
With a loud thud and a grunt from them, they hit the wall and slid to the floor. He frowned but didn’t rush to them. Though he really really wanted to. (As in every fiber of his being was yelling at him to check if they were hurt.) But if he did, he knew they wouldn’t appreciate it. He could practically hear them scolding him in their head.
They huffed and lightly hit their head against the wall at their back. “This round goes to you, Marshal.”
“Alright. I trust you’ll follow through? “He raised an eyebrow, and if Gladio didn’t know better he looked…pleased.
They got to their feet, having caught their breath and straightened out their clothes before replying. “Of course.”
“Good.” With that, the gathered crowd cleared the way to the door as the Marshal walked toward it. He caught Gladio’s eye and nodded in acknowledgement, “Gladio.”
He nodded back to him, and then the Marshal was gone. He had to be imagining things, Gladio thought to himself. But he could have sworn that Cor’s eyes had lit up a little upon seeing him. (Should he be worried? He felt like something was going on and just couldn’t put his finger on it.)
It was only after he had put it out of mind and over heard some of the guard talking about an agreement that his sweetheart had made with the marshal. For the sparring match he assumed. He finally walked over to them as they tried to stretch their shoulder muscles and the knots that must have been forming after their bout.
“Hey.” He smiled and when they heard him they turned and beamed at him.
“Hey there.” But then the smile slipped into a frown, “Oh…did you see all that?”
“I saw only the last few moments. You looked good babe.” He guided them to face away from him and carefully began to massage the part of their shoulders they had been trying to relax.
They sighed with relief and closed their eyes, leaning into his touch. “I don’t agree, but thank you. …Damn, I’m going to be feeling this all week.”
Gladio laughed. “I’ll bet you will. Sparing with the marshal’s no joke. Can I ask how you got him to? He rarely does these days.”
They smiled, and he felt his heart flutter. (Which he’d deny to the end of his days that their smile still did that to him.)
“It was just my luck honestly. I caught him in a good mood.” They turned around, and before he could ask any more questions, reached up their hands to his neck to guide him down into a kiss. That made him forget his curiosity, and softly relax into the kiss.
When they pulled away he opened his eyes and couldn’t get over that they had kissed him. In public. They were never one for public displays, and he wondered if this meant they would be okay if he kissed them in public. All the time. Because he had always wanted to.
“So, it’s my lunch hour now. Care to join me?”
“Y-yeah. I mean yes.” He huffed with laughter and really hoped that no one could see how stupidly happy they made him.
They led the way out of the room, ignoring some of the hoots and whistles from the few trainees that were left. While they opened the door, Gladio turned around and glared at those who were making the noises. Like hell he was going to let them make his sweetheart nervous over that kiss. Especially since her really wanted them to be comfortable in public with him.
But then they left the room and walked toward their office, presumable to pick up their belongings to go home for lunch. However, they surprised him when they entered their office and then gestured to the couch they had inside.
“Sit. I packed lunch today because I figured we could just hide out in here for awhile instead of taking the time to go to a restaurant.”
“I’m fine with that. Just gives us more time to eat.” Gladio flopped into the couch cushions and watched them as they went over to the small kitchen area and began to dig around. upon seeing what they brought out, he snorted.
“Cup noodles? I thought you hated those things.”
“I don’t hate them, I just think they’re not very healthy.” They threw a frown over their shoulder as they set water onto boil, “And after that fight I deserve to be a bit unhealthy. I got all my training in for the week.”
“I hope you don’t mean that,” He smirked from his place on the couch, “We have a training session together later.”
They froze for a moment and then groaned. “Shit.”
He laughed quietly and then his expression softened. “But if you really don’t feel up to it, we can skip for this week.”
They sighed and then gave him a smile over their shoulder again. “Like I would miss it.”
After that they both fell into silence. They were so focused on the task at hand, not wanting to burn themselves with the water, that they didn’t notice Gladio watching them. He enjoyed seeming them lost in their head. Which clearly they were. Cup noodles, though good, didn’t require much thought or that much hovering. So the fact that they were standing there meant they had something on their mind. And he could wait to see if they would share. If they didn’t? That was fine too.
Eventually, they wandered back to the couch to let the noodles soak up the water. They flopped down beside Gladio and rested their head against his shoulder. He in turn shifted to put his arm around the back of them. They closed their eyes, just enjoying the closeness, and Gladio couldn’t help but press a kiss to their forehead. A small smile crept across their face and they gave a hum of appreciation.
But then they broke the silence, “And to think in a few hours we’ll be kicking each other’s asses.”
“Babe, we were having a moment.” He couldn’t help the small laugh that followed.
“Our noodles will get soggy if I let the moment go on too long.” They snickered as they stood. They then strode over to where they had left the noodles and carried one in each hand back to the couch. the pair then got to eating and passed the time by comparing their days and letting the other know where they’d be before their training session.
Before long, they heard a knock at the door.
They straightened themself up as best they could and then called, “Come in.”
The door swung open and there, once again, was Cor. “Officer.”
“Marshal.” They stood and walked over, “Trouble?”
“Yeah. Of the outer agents kind.” Cor pointedly looked past them at Gladio.
“Ah. A moment then.” They looked over their shoulder. “Glads?”
“Go ahead, I’ll clean up in here before I leave.” He smiled at them and waved.
They flashed a thankful smile at him and then followed the Marshal out the door.
~
He didn’t get to see them again until later in the afternoon. He was already in the training room, considering that Noctis was before his dearest. He’d already sent Noctis on his way, though he had a feeling that him an Prompto were lurking nearby, and maybe even Ignis if he had the time. The three of them could not believe that he was in a relationship, especially with them.
Speaking of them…
“Glads, sorry I’m a little late.” They were smiling, but it didn’t quite reach their eyes. Instead there was a nervousness there. Why? Heck if he knew.
“It’s fine, I figured whatever had the Marshal pulling you off our break was pretty serious.” He smiled as they reached him and pushed part of their bangs out of their eyes.
Their smile was a little more genuine after that, and they relaxed. But then they smiled, undoing their tie and collar once more. “Ready to begin?”
“You know it. Should we run through some drills, or would you rather just spar?” Gladio asked, likewise removing his coat. He took their tie and bundled it in his jacket before sliding it across the floor to the wall.
“Just sparring today. I’m out of practice the Marshal said.” They grimace and shrugged.
“Alright. Get ready then.”
Unlike most training sessions, the pair used live steel. So any injuries would be real. They both had talked it over when they had started training together, and chose this method purely for the lessons it would teach. They’d also had set guidelines and rules that they followed to keep each other as safe as possible with this. Gladio, though it hurt him to harm them, made peace with the idea by remembering that they would learn from it.
They stepped back from one another and brought out their weapons. Somewhere off to the side, they both heard a startled squeak.
“They’re going to KILL each other.” The voice was soon silenced by a stern, “SSSHH.”
They blinked at each other, and had to both keep themselves from laughing. The Prince and his friend. But then they refocused, and dropped into the fight. Both were sizing one another up, as usual. Gladio always attacked first, but this time they didn’t give him a chance to fully take them in. They stepped forward and swung at his right side with their left. It was their weaker side, but it would also take him off guard.
His eyes widened and he blocked with his sword before trying to step forward and into their space to use the pommel to strike their ribs. But they quickly stepped out of reach to his left, and thrust forward. He blocked once more, and started to pick up that they were trying to get him on the defensive. Which caused them to lower their defense a bit more than normal.
With that knowledge, he grinned and began to push back.
They clashed over and over, moving through out the room. Gladio knew that if he could get one good hit on them it’d be over. But their speed made that extremely difficult. But not impossible. However, both parties had already collected a number of scratches and bruises to the cheers and yells of the two watching. (And if they concentrated on the conversation, they would have caught some rather hilarious commentary from Ignis about their match.) It had been an hour almost since they started, and they both were breathing hard. And so they decided they had to end it.
Then they surprised him by locking their swords together, and using them as leverage to headbutt him. He blindly retaliated, using the pain to fuel a kick to their stomach and send them flying into the wall. But this time, they managed to land with their feet on the wall and push off back toward him.
They were moving too fast and his eyes were still teary from the headbutt. It would have been a killing strike, had they not reversed their grip and used the haft of their sword. The blow was enough to knock the wind out of him, as it hit the center of his chest. From there, their momentum threw him off balance and he tipped backwards. The back of his head hit the ground and he was dazed…
right until he felt the blade pressing against his neck.
“…Well damn. I submit.” He huffed in amusement, but then groaned in pain.
They flopped forward on top of him, just trying to catch their breath. “…You certainly…know….how to keep someone on guard.”
“Sort of my job.” He mumbled. They lay their wallowing in the pain that came after such an intense session, but then both got back to their feet.
“…Infirmary?” They asked, eyeing his swelling nose and they way he held his chest.
“Only if you’re going too dear.” He laughed and they shook their head.
“I didn’t get my ass handed to me just now.” They replied with a raised eyebrow.
“Hey now, I gave as good as I got.”
“I’m not the one who looked like they got jumped.”
“You’re in denial dear.”
“Call me dear one more time, DOLL.”
“Owch babe.”
From the direction of the door they heard one of the boys call out, “Just get married already!”
To Gladio’s shock, they called back, “Fine!”
“What?”
“Gladio, will you marry me?”
“Uh….” He couldn’t think of a more eloquent response. But then he figured they were joking and grinned. “Sure why not? And you two punks aren’t invited!”
“GLADIO NOOOO.” They heard a whine.
“Prom, lets get out of here now.” The prince was laughing, and they heard THREE sets of footsteps leave.
They both chuckled and went to retrieve their things. But there, they fell into a loaded silence. He wanted to ask them what that was about, but didn’t dare. If they had only been joking, he’d be crushed, but they’d still be dating and maybe it would be a reality one day. But if he brought it up would that seem like he was taking things too fast? Would they be? He’d like to think that they would be married one day…
“Eos to Gladio?” They called, and snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Oh, yeah?” He turned toward them and froze when they took his hands in theirs slowly.
“I was actually serious.”
He blinked. And then he blinked again. Then heat rushed to his face as he looked them in the eye. “Uh…w-what do you mean.”
“I’d been trying to ask you ever since this morning with Cor… Which, by the way, we should thank him somewhere down the line.”
“Why?” His voice was soft, but he didn’t break eye contact.
“Well…we sort of got to speaking, because he’d heard about our relationship I guess. And wanted to know how long we’d been going out.” They squeezed his hands.
Honestly, he wasn’t really sure this was happening. Maybe he had read WAY too many romances lately and this was a dream. But he really really hoped it wasn’t. “And?”
“He brought up if I wanted to marry you.” They brought up one of his hands to their mouth to kiss his knuckles, and lowered it once more.
“What did you say?” His heart was beating in his ears, making everything seem distant.
“That I do.”
He surged forward and kissed them, trying press into them just how much he loved them. And when they needed to pull apart to breath, he started peppering kisses all over their face. They in turn just held him close.
“I love you, you know.” He said, his lips still pressed to their forehead.
“I love you too.” They said. They they pulled away, a small smile on their face. “So will you? You never gave an actual answer.”
They’d hardly finished speaking before he almost shouted, “Yes.”
Noctis:Son of Osiris, God of the afterlife, death, life, and resurrection.
– He tends to remain in the underworld with his father. Noctis has only shown interest in the human world once and has visited it because of his curiosity, but when he actually experienced it, he didn’t like it. Though people were really interesting, it was too loud and exhausting for him.
– This Prince of the Afterlife is the most introverted person you will ever meet. He’s extremely shy when he talks to wandering souls, or anyone for that matter. When he visited the mortal world he barely talked to anyone, when he had to talk to someone who questioned who he was it drained all his energy and he had to quickly return home.
– He strongly dislikes when people suck up to him or sugarcoat things, he prefers when people are blunt. Noctis himself is kind of blunt and he appreciates when people are truthfully blunt with him. But, at the same time it isn’t good to always bluntly tell Noctis something since he’s sensitive and will be upset if something hurts his feelings.
– Noctis gets worried that he’ll develop a crush on a human if he goes back to the mortal world, he finds them to be fascinating even if it’s hard for him to interact with people. What’s even worse is that Noctis gets even more worried that he’d get a crush on a soul. Noctis’ awkward self would have no idea what to do then.
– Most of his days are very lazy days. He tends to stay in his room most of the time, either sleeping or watching the equivalent of TV. His father dislikes it when Noctis is lazy. He thinks that his son should be focusing on taking over the underworld.
– His father, Osiris is merciful and tends to resurrect most souls, giving them a second chance. Noctis dislikes when his father offers for him to judge the souls who would either be resurrected or not. He hates having that much power, and truly doesn’t know how to correctly judge a person.
Prompto:Son of Hathor, Goddess of the sky, dance, love, beauty, joy, motherhood, foreign lands, mining, music and fertility.
– Prompto was so incredibly loved by all people he met, mortals and Gods alike. In fact, he was incredibly popular with both and didn’t mind one bit. He loved the attention he was getting, the attention mostly stemming from the fact that his mother, Hathor was beloved by all.
– His mother was important to the mortals, and even the dead. One of her jobs included welcoming the dead into the next life. During one trip to the underworld, Prompto met Noctis and the two immediately became friends. Both were in awe of each other because of how cool their parents are. “WOW YOU’RE OSIRIS’ SON?!”“Hathor is your mom?!? That’s so NEAT! She’s so amazing.”
– Prompto spent the majority of his time in the mortal world. He brought them joy, music, and even taught the humans how to dance. Though they didn’t dance well at first, the more Prompto came back, the better they got at it. Prompto was happy being with the humans, even at times wishing that he was human so that he could experience mortal life. He doesn’t know what a camera is since that hasn’t been invented yet, but he still loves preserving memories somehow so he has taken a strong liking to paintings.
– Prompto was happy. He was so happy all the time that it was impossible to wipe that big smile off his face. However, he did get sad. It was surprising, the humans never expected him to suddenly have this change of behavior. He had enjoyed spending time in the mortal world so much that he forgot the one thing that separated him. He was a God. Humans die. He had made so many human friends, but he had lost track of time, and they had passed away. It hurt him and he didn’t make an appearance in the mortal world for some time after that.
– It had taken Prompto some time until he understood that humans would die and he couldn’t do anything to change that. Bbbbbut, he kind of could. Because the spirits of his human friends would simply go to the underworld, he could just have his good pal Noctis resurrect them. Prompto really wanted to do that, he REALLY wanted to do that….but he knew that he shouldn’t interfere with death. It wasn’t his realm of specialty and he knew it wasn’t right.
– The only thing Prompto could do was move on and continue to bring the pleasure of happiness to those who were still alive. If his old mortal friends were given the opportunity to be resurrected, he would be filled with a joy that would motivate him for years to come.
Ignis: Son of Thoth, God of knowledge, the moon, measurement, wisdom, the alphabet, records, thought, intelligence, meditation, the mind, logic, reason, reading, hieroglyphics, magic, secrets, scribes, and writing.
– Ignis is very intelligent, maybe even more so than his father. Ignis has done extensive research on the human race. He has read all of the books, writings, etc. that they have published over the many years. Yes, he’s managed to read everything. Ignis even knows multiple languages.
– He has never been to the mortal realm yet, he wanted to educate himself about them before he went. As a God who has never met a human person, he didn’t exactly know how to interact with them. When he did go to see the mortals, he was surprised to see how much they respected him and were interested in him. He found himself intrigued by humans and stayed with them longer than he anticipated.
– At times, Ignis actually forgot that he was a God. Spending so much, perhaps too much time with them had made him forget. Ignis had an affinity for the scribes and he shared as much knowledge as he could with them. He taught the people about science, philosophy, religion and magic. At times when the people were having endless arguments, Ignis stepped in as mediator. Just like Thoth, Ignis was particularly good at balancing good and evil, making sure neither had victory over the other.
– If Ignis had the option to become mortal, he would never want to take it. It wasn’t because he disliked humans, it was because as a human he would die, and dying would prevent him from gaining more knowledge since life would continue to move on.
– When Ignis visits the underworld, he tends to assist Noctis with the judgement of souls. Ignis was taking over more tasks from Thoth and represented the judgement scales where the deceased person’s heart would be weighed against a feather which would determine their fate. Ignis enjoyed his time in the underworld just as much as he liked being with the mortals.
– One of Ignis’ dreams is to travel the world, gathering all the wisdom he possibly can, however it is an impossible dream since his duties lie with Egyptian mortals and Gods. Ignis has definitely attempted astral projection as an effort to explore the wonders of Earth while still remaining in the place his duties require him to be at.
Gladio: Son of Horus, God of the sky, kingship, war and hunting.
– Gladio’s bird tattoo represents his father Horus who flies across the sky as a falcon. Also inherited from his father are his eyes, his right containing the sun, and the left containing the moon. Mortals admire his eyes, the sun in his eye shining much brighter than the moon. When Gladio looks at his reflection in mirrors, his eyes don’t seem special to him and he can’t see the moon and sun in his eyes that the people speak of.
– Gladio has a great love for hunting, more so than his dad. He tends to go hunting for animals with the mortals since they seem to enjoy it as much as him. From every battle with animals, the hunting group always comes back victorious, probably because they have Gladio on their side.
– He also represents a symbol of power, and brings great protection to the mortals who worship him because of that. It seems that Gladio is much more powerful than his father, and has taken over his jobs for him mostly.
– When in the mortal realm, he dislikes seeing war break out between people. He doesn’t understand why they would do such a thing and destroy themselves usually over a stupid argument. He typically doesn’t know what to do and calls his friend Ignis to help mediate and stop the war. When Ignis does this, it makes Gladiolus feel somewhat weak since it should’ve been his responsibility to stop the fighting.
– Gladiolus tends to isolate himself in the most peaceful places, maybe tombs or near The Nile. Gladio reads there, Ignis providing him with new books to read whenever he finishes the others. It’s relaxing and shows the mortals that Gladio is a bit lazy, but not as tough as they originally thought once they see him curled up by the river with a nice book.
– This isn’t known, but Gladio helped build the pyramids. He’s super strong and buff of course he’ll help. In fact he did the majority of the work. But being the nice guy he is, he gives the humans all the credit. Once the pyramids are built, one of his new reading spots becomes the highest point of the pyramids. From there he can overlook the town to make sure everyone is safe while reading as usual.
A/N: I was debating whether or not to do this for the Greek or Egyptian Gods and realized that the Egyptian Gods don’t get enough love and truly aren’t as well known so here we are. BUT if people do want a Greek God post I’d be happy to do it! I’ll also do the Egyptian God for other FFXV characters if requested! Though he wasn’t included in these, my favorite Egyptian God is Anubis!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
Them being selectively mute was a bit hard to work around at first. Noctis, though he was more observant than he let on, had a hard time reading their facial expressions. Just because of how controlled they were. When you’re mute, a lot of your communication rests on your face, especially for those that signed like them.
So, in order to get to know them more, he asked them to tutor him as he learned sign since he needed an extra language course to graduate. And of course, learning along side them, and being a part of their silent world, his feelings naturally progressed to a crush. When he could eventually hold a conversation in sign, proving he could understand them, he asks them out on a date.
Like most first dates though, it was less than glamorous.
It started raining and neither had an umbrella, so both looked like they had taken a swim on the way over to the diner they had chosen. A few rouge photographers from some of the trashier tabloids around insomnia had gotten a tip on their date, and were basically harassing them for ‘the scoop’. And then the waitress was bumped into when passing their table and ended up dumping a plate of rice on his date’s head.
Not the best start, but it was then that he realized that they had a voice. Because they had started laughing, high and clear. They ended up not kissing on the first date, because they don’t count it. It was too much of a disaster to count as a date they argued. (But Noctis totally counts it.)
They continue dating, of course, and make it a game to see if they can keep dodging the tabloids after that first fiasco. And it’s not until six months of dating that he hears their voice outside of laughing.
They had been spending the night, and Noctis hadn’t told them that it was the anniversary of the Marilith attack. So when he started muttering in his sleep and moving a lot, they naturally woke up. A nightmare they assumed, because he kept making pained expressions. They tried to wake him by stroking his hair, and when that didn’t work, shaking his shoulder. And when that didn’t work, without meaning to or thinking about it really, they called his name.
“Noctis.”
A secret not even Ignis knew was that Noctis woke up when his name was called. Not his highness, not Noct, but Noctis. So imagine his surprise when he woke up after hearing his name, but the only person in the room was his S/O. Normally he’d ignore his name anyways and try to go back to sleep. But his curiosity would wake him fully and he’d sit up in confusion. He wouldn’t realize it was them until he hears their quiet voice in the dark.
“Noctis? You were dreaming.”
He’d be speechless, which was a switch considering the past six month were of him talking. But then he’d snap out of it and bundle them into his arms before laying back down.
“Thank you for waking me.”
He wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but there would be a slight trembling in his arms. From love and appreciation that they had trusted him enough to finally let him hear their voice, and that they had been brave enough as well.
Prompto:
“Wow they’re a really good listener!” was his first thought when he ended up working with them on a photo shoot for his part-time. They were the lighting person. But then it would edge from being a good listener, to being unusually silent.
They’d be walking and he’d be in the middle of his sentence when he’d suddenly pause, look at them, and say, “You don’t talk, do you.”
They’d shrug and smile. Prompto would accept it, and just keep talking, but let them know, “If I talk too much, just feel free to like, put a hand over my mouth or something.” (They’ve only had to do this once.)
It would be a bumpy start to a friendship. With one party unable to speak, communication was tricky. And they didn’t want to do the pen and paper thing. So Prompto gets really good at reading facial expressions really fast. And it’s almost as good as talking. They still have the occasional hiccup, but it works.
The day Prompto asks them out, he’s rambling about a photo he took. “So I used this filter, and the lighting was perfect anyways, even without your help, and will you go on a date with me? And then I staged the camera like this-”
They put and hand over his mouth, and ended up laughing quietly. His face turned pink and they nodded, pointing to him and themself.
“You will?”
They’d smile. And Prompto would be ecstatic. He’d walk them home and then go skipping away practically to prepare for tomorrow. …But then he’d have to run back to their house to tell them when and where because he’d realize he forgot to tell them.
The first date wouldn’t be anything too big. It would be mostly walking around in the downtown area of Insomnia, hitting up a food cart, and making fun of some of the advertisements they see. Nothing goes very wrong, though there was a scare when a few drunkards decided to mess with someone who’s clearly an immigrant. But to that, they only glanced at each other, threw their drinks in their faces and ran, holding hands and laughing.
Most dates were quieter after that, and he’d even bring them along to meet his friends during a few times they were hanging out. It’s after one of these times, when he’s walking them home and about to leave, that they grab his hand and quietly say, “Stay.”
Beaming brightly and sweeping them off their feet he replies, “Of course.”
For the first time in almost a year, he’s heard their voice.
Gladiolus:
Now he’s done it. He was on a run and crashed right into someone when going around the corner to his home. Their bag popped open and papers went flying everywhere. Not to mention that they had banged their head pretty hard off the ground. He’d get them up in a hurry, ignoring his own scrapes and bruises, and ask if they were alright.
They’d wave a hand at him in a general expression of being fine. But then he’d sort of get worried about them not speaking. And things would go south very quickly. Because Gladiolus would panic, thinking he’d really really hurt them. Because they weren’t SPEAKING HELP.
But at the moment his father would happen around the corner after a walk. Upon seeing the panic and general chaos of the papers fluttering around, he’d want to turn back around and just go the way he came. Take the long way home. But then he’d see who it was and realize that he’d have to step in.
Gladio, meanwhile, would still be panicking about them not speaking. Thankfully Clarus steps in and says, “Good to see you’ve met one of the new Interns.”
He’d then explain that they don’t speak, that yes they were fine, but probably invite them back home for an ice pack at least. And wouldn’t take no for an answer.
After that initial meeting, Gladio would find them during work the next day, apologize again, and ask if they wanted to get lunch as an apology. (And what intern would say no to free food?) From there, they sort of figure out a way to communicate. They just message him on their tablet and he’ll just respond verbally. Which opens the doors for text jokes. (It’s very endearing to Gladio that when they send an emoji expression, it’s often the very same expression they’re making right across the table from him.) It becomes habit to meet for lunch, and sometimes dinner. Without even realizing it, they end up dating.
This is only pointed out when they run across Gladio’s friends who tease him for not telling them he was on a date. They look at each other, shrug, and he throws an arm around their shoulder and says, “Well, we are so…if you’ll excuse us.”
“But we want to meet them!” “Another time maybe!”
It’s only after their anniversary passes that he gets to hear their voice. Unfortunately, it’s because he ran into them again when they were coming over to dinner at his place with Iris. And the papers went everywhere. They hit their head again, he ended up with scrapes and bruises.
“Damn it Gladio.” It’s said so quiet, if there had been a passing car he wouldn’t have heard it. But he did.
Not the most romantic thing to hear, but Gladio laughs and scoops them off the ground. He doesn’t draw attention to it, worried that they didn’t know they had said something. And if they did mean to say something, he wouldn’t want to scare away any progress they’ve made to become vocal. He lets them go and sets about collecting their papers.
(Clarus walks around the corner again, and this time just turns on heel and goes the opposite way. Not dealing with this again.)
Ignis:
He’s heard them speak before they started dating. They had a habit of muttering to themselves while they worked.
They were considered a valuable member of the royal house hold. They had been a child when they received their title. Like Ignis, they grew up with their role. They were to be Noctis’ Chancellor. A secretary basically. But there was no need for them to be around Noctis just yet, not until Noctis was on the throne. But Ignis worked closely with them. There was a lot of paper work involved with Noctis surprisingly. He just didn’t know it because that was their job.
Though Ignis had to be there for a portion of it. Which is how he’d heard them. He’d be walking by the door and catch some of their thoughts they spoke out loud before knocking. (He knew their reputation of never speaking, and so didn’t bring it up.) And he wouldn’t let on that he heard them.
There were many times that they ended up eating together, lunch, dinner, overnight snacks, breakfast. Just depended on how much trouble Noctis had gotten into that week. Ignis, having worked with them for so long, knew sign and enjoyed their silent conversations together. It also helped at certain events Noctis was at, and they were more than willing to help Ignis hide or prevent the prince’s mistakes if it meant less paperwork. Eventually, they would be comfortable enough to mutter to themselves with him in the room.
He invites them to an actual dinner outside the citadel soon enough and they accept. From there, they’re really low key about it, if only to avoid becoming the citadel’s latest gossip. It goes on for about a year like this before they’re at an event. There’s a really pushy noble trying to ask out Ignis, and he’s declining as politely as he can. And considering he’s cornered with a lot of other nobles in the conversation, he can’t just walk away without appearing rude.
That’s when they step in and link their arm with his, smile and state quietly, softly, “He’s mine.”
They’d then pull him away while they’re in shock. Ignis would be red in the face, but only because he hadn’t expected the first thing they said in public, since they were a child even, to be that he was theirs. It would make him a bit more happy than it should. They’d sign to him that it’ll be all over the citadel tomorrow, but they’d deal with it then. He’d agree, and leave it at that for once.
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